Maslow’s Hierarchy of Amorous Intent

appetites in need of shelter

can be spoken wordlessly

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safely belonging to

vibrations

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we undress with thunder,

counting seconds

of the storm.

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© Ben Ditmars 2017

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Sapphires and Emeralds

Amazing blog piece.

Performing Blackness.....

This was my first day at this ritzy school. Each room was themed and elaborately decorated, adorned with MacBooks, Ipads, Mac desktops, oh they had plenty of money and even had an active and involved PTA. This was the kind of school I would have loved to attend as a child, it was nice like a Disney Channel school and the complete opposite of the public schools I attended in inner city South Memphis.  I walked in and got a little nervous while doing my routine scan of the students and staff to see if anyone else looked like me because as far as I could tell they didn’t. I checked in, in the office and roamed through the halls, making my way to my room for the day, up the stairs and around the corner. From what I could see and my four eyes were looking hard, there was…

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Number Poetry: New Collection and Blog Companion!

For some time, I have wanted to write a blog companion book. Unfortunately television and Netflix have gotten in the way. Did you know they have Hercules AND Beauty and the Beast now!? It’s a golden age.

BUT I have gained a fascination with numbers and number poems. I think this has came to light in several of my poems. Coincidentally, these are the poems I discuss and share most. Thus, a short collection was born.

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Anyway, you can find my new chapbook on Amazon and Createspace.

Here are a few samples that have appeared on my blog.

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Fiendfyre

I saw the will to change

Extinguished like a 1,000

Beasts rose high, like chills

When I could see her and

Remain invisible.

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Shadows

Shadows are the shade within

clear boundaries; deep desired

whispers we have Found

Imagine artificial light and you

will see our lust corroded

with despair,

The cotton fabric of existence

torn as waves crash down.

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Fantasists

We became those people overnight

Fantasists who day daydream holding hands

and speak in whispers of true love.

Like nothing came before a kiss

across the console of a Chevy Cruz or

will exist without space curvature

across the low points of our spine.

I’ve fanned the flames and

Lost myself in your geometry.

I Am Struck

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of all absurd notions,

i am struck how love

for forests or the trees

can be tied up in delusion and

compared to racist thoughts –

as if rain pulls over drivers

of a different color or

snow falls only with the

line of poverty –

we share the world

and forget that is living

off insurance with a high

deductible.

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© Ben Ditmars 2017